Chapter 44 You said you really didn't have any physical intimacy with him?

Who did it?

Hearing the voice, he was completely stunned. His eyes were already red and wet from being kissed, and his breathing was slightly rapid. When he saw the mess on his body, his eyes became even more blank.

"But, it wasn't there just now..."

Hearing the voices, he explained somewhat helplessly.

He couldn't see He Mu's eyes, nor could he sense his emotions. He could only stand there dumbfounded, his hands involuntarily gripping He Mu's shoulders tightly.

But Mu didn't seem very angry. He casually stroked Wen Rensheng's neck with the back of his hand, as if he were petting a docile cat.

"Sound after sound,"

He pressed his ear close to Wenrensheng's, his fingertips gently pressing against her delicate neck.

"I remember, it was you who promised to marry me, saying that you would be my one and only for life."

The voice carried a scalding heat and a slightly forceful threat.

"But on our wedding night...did you go out and find someone else first?"

Hearing a voice made his heart tremble, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Although he knew he hadn't done anything wrong, telling Mu Yi made him feel like some shameful secret had been exposed, and his shame kept rising.

It was clearly not done.

Although he had been away from the mountain god for a long time, Wen Rensheng had never been attracted to anyone else, let alone had such close contact with anyone.

But where did the red marks on her body come from? Hearing the voice, she couldn't figure it out, and she was so aggrieved that tears almost fell.

“I really didn’t. I don’t know how these marks came about. I wasn’t here just now. I was in a dilapidated temple, and I met an old woman who told me…”

"She said she wanted to fulfill my wish before I died, but that wasn't my wish, and I didn't die..."

Hearing someone's voice, he started explaining in a garbled voice, but because he was too anxious, his words were incoherent and he couldn't make anything clear.

Seeing his teary eyes, He Mu smiled slightly and gently rubbed the back of Wen Rensheng's neck.

He whispered, "You really haven't looked for anyone else?"

"Of course not!"

"You don't like any of them?"

"No!"

"No skin-to-skin contact?"

"…………"

When it came to this question, Wen Rensheng couldn't answer it.

He had been forcibly kissed by Murong He an hour ago, so to say there was no physical intimacy now would be no different from lying.

He didn't want to lie to the mountain god, but if he confessed now, wouldn't that confirm that he had gone to find another man on his wedding night?

Hearing human voices, I was speechless and wished I could just close my eyes and faint.

He did close his eyes, but Mu didn't let him off the hook. Soon, he heard voices and felt something cool slide across his collarbone and penetrate into his half-open collar.

He couldn't help but look down and saw that He Mu was wearing the thumb ring he had given her.

Two years ago, he gave He Mu a gift as a confession of love.

"Well……"

He heard a low hum and grabbed He Mu's wrist.

"How did you end up with...this thing?"

He Mu did not answer his question. His fingertips slipped under Wen Rensheng's inner robe, and the thumb ring followed.

The jade was cool and smooth, and very hard. When it brushed against my chest, it even made my body tremble slightly.

Unable to bear being touched like that, she hurriedly stopped herself from talking to Mu.

"Wait... what are you going to do?"

He Mu unbuttoned another button on Wen Rensheng's clothes, his hand already reaching her waist through her clothes.

"You are still young, so I won't blame you even if you make a mistake."

He gently pulled the person closer to him, supporting their waist, and said softly.

"You'll do it with me tonight with these marks on your body. I'll be lenient when you cry."

"…………"

Wen Rensheng had never heard He Mu speak so bluntly to him before. He felt that if this continued, the image of the Mountain God in his heart would collapse.

Seeing that Mu was about to kiss her again, she quickly turned her head away when she heard voices.

He took two quick breaths, and his pupils gradually began to focus.

Fortunately, the coolness of the jade stone had given him a jolt, and the sound of human voices helped him regain some of his senses from the heat.

If this scene is what the matchmaker meant by "fulfilling a long-cherished wish," then the scene before us must be some kind of deceptive illusion.

He didn't know what would happen if this "long-cherished wish" continued, or whether his soul would remain in the underworld forever.

We need to find Murong He first.

Hearing the voice, he took a deep breath, stared intently at He Mu, and said, "I'm looking for Murong He. Where is he now?"

He Mu's expression turned cold.

"...Murong He?"

Hearing the voice, he nodded: "Brother Murong came with me. We can't be separated. Please take me to him."

"Brother?" He Mu sneered. "Do you think it's appropriate to say that in front of me?"

"I--"

He Mu finally showed some anger. Before Wen Rensheng could finish speaking, he grabbed his waist tightly and kissed him again with a rapid and aggressive kiss.

"Ugh...don't...kiss me..."

Hearing the voices of others, he was breathless from their kisses. He couldn't even clench his teeth, as the burning breath kept penetrating him, and all he could hear were shameful kissing sounds.

He kissed Mu while touching him, the feel of the thumb ring hidden under his clothes wandering around, rubbing and pressing him every now and then, making Mu's neck go numb when he heard someone's voice, and he couldn't help but let out two soft moans.

But at this critical moment, his awareness of human voices became increasingly clear.

He is now in the underworld and absolutely cannot get caught up in this illusory dream. If he continues like this, he may never have the chance to wake up again.

He came to see the clan chief, not to get married and consummate his marriage, and he didn't want to give away his virginity so easily.

Hearing the voice, she hardened her heart, clenched her canine teeth, and bit He Mu hard.

A metallic sweetness suddenly filled his mouth, and Mu let out a muffled groan before finally parting his lips from Wenren's.

Hearing the voices, she seized the opportunity, pushed He Mu aside, stood up, picked up the half-lifted veil from her head, and threw it at him.

"The mountain god is a very gentle person. He would never treat me like this, nor would he make me cry!"

Hearing the voice, he glared angrily at He Mu and scolded him.

"Don't think I'm that easy to fool!"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Mu's gaze suddenly froze, becoming stiff and motionless.

Then, the scenery around us began to change.

Red curtains, candlelight, cotton quilts, and He Mu's face—everything was like a churned dye vat, all mixed together in one color.

The veil didn't fall into He Mu's arms in the end; instead, it floated to the ground.

The scene before me has returned to the original dilapidated earth temple.

Hearing the voice, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he staggered, grabbing the Buddhist altar beside him for support.

It was fake after all!

It's impossible to even think about it. If the mountain god were to happen to appear in the underworld right now, he would eat this Buddhist altar as soon as he hears a human voice.

Bang!

Just then, a loud clang of weapons rang out, followed by two sharp thuds, and a figure slid back to Wen Rensheng's side.

He Mu turned his head and flicked the dust in front of him, holding his sword horizontally across his left arm. Without turning his head, he said, "You're back?"

Hearing the voices, he hurriedly looked over and found himself fighting with Mu Jingtong, who was also an ugly-looking monster.

The monster was covered in cuts and slashes, looking like a dismembered creature pieced back together from pieces of flesh.

Hundreds of blue butterflies surrounded the monster, fluttering their wings and creating a strong gust of wind that blew the hair of the person who heard the voice straight back.

He raised his arm to shield his eyes from the wind and asked, "Who is this?"

“That matchmaker just now,” He Mu explained, “we were accidentally caught in her illusion. I got out a little earlier than you.”

After speaking, He Mu glanced back at Wen Rensheng and used his free hand to straighten his clothes.

"Your illusion is quite alluring."

The tone of the word "sensual" was strange. Hearing the voices, he looked down and saw that his clothes were mostly open, and that he had been completely seen by others.

His face flushed red, and he buttoned up his clothes in embarrassment and annoyance.

"No!"

Wait a minute... if he stays here after waking up, then what happened... the sound I just made...?

He Mu seemed to have guessed what Wen Rensheng was thinking, and the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

"Such a sweet voice," he teased, "Have you met your sweetheart?"

Hearing the voice, her ears turned red instantly, and she immediately snapped, "What's it to you!"

He snorted, thinking to himself, how is this none of his business? He had clearly been calling out "Mountain God" so pitifully just now, which had messed up his sword moves.

The monster not far away didn't give them much time to talk. It stretched out its hand, and tens of thousands of white threads burst forth from its palm, rushing towards the two of them.

Hearing the voice, it darted to the side, lay prone on the ground, and its wolf ears and tail reappeared.

Braving the howling wind, he shouted to He Mu, "Why is this monster blocking our way in the underworld?"

He Mu tossed aside the white silk wrapping the sword and replied, "You might recognize it. It's called Thousand Forms, a genderless monster."

"Qianxiang...?"

Hearing voices, he drew a dagger from his waist, and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a longsword.

Illusion, blue butterflies, and that strange body...

Upon hearing a voice, his pupils contracted.

"...A fox demon?"

“Before I killed him, he did look like a fox,” He Mu said as he dodged the attacks and moved closer to Wen Rensheng. “But now he’s neither human nor demon, and I don’t even know what he is anymore.”

The silk threads in Qianxiang's palm are extremely tough, almost impossible to cut with a sword. Hearing human voices, one can only try to create some space to avoid being accidentally pierced by the silk threads.

If it really is a fox demon, then it's the enemy who killed my family.

Hearing the voice, he gripped the sword hilt tighter, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The family I want to see is the one he killed," he said to He Mu in front of him.

He Mu did not wield the sword himself, but controlled it with his magic power. His sword was an amber-gold one-handed sword, which was as powerful as lightning when it was pierced through the silk threads.

Upon hearing Wenren's voice, he didn't show any surprise, but simply gave a soft "hmm".

His pupils contracted even more as he heard the voices. In the underworld, the closer he got to the souls of his deceased relatives, the more turbulent his anger became.

“I’m going to kill him,” he said through gritted teeth.

We must avenge the clan leader.

“Okay, I’ll help you,” Mu said, hooking his fingers back to summon his sword. “But spare its life first, and find out more about it. There might be more than one murderer who killed your clansmen.”

"I see."

Hearing a voice, he stroked his sword with two fingers and exhaled a breath of cold air.

"Please, brother, cover me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice and pressed down with his foot. He raised his sword and flicked away a white thread, then leaped up and stepped on it. He used the momentum to step on several more threads, approaching Qianxiang at an extremely fast speed.

He Mu simply dealt with the attacks from all sides as Wen Rensheng had requested, without offering any further support.

This grudge must be avenged by Wen Rensheng himself.

Otherwise, he will not be able to comprehend the Dao, his cultivation will not progress, and his desire to ascend will not be able to settle down.

Hearing the voices, he focused his attention on his own light footwork, his concentration never before so intense. He felt as if he had transformed into one of those hundreds of blue butterflies, flying lightly against the wind.

As Qianxiang heard the voices approaching, his attacks were repeatedly interrupted by the golden longsword, causing him to lose his composure. Several of the silk threads in his hands became tangled together, impossible to untangle.

As soon as he heard someone step on the last thread, his eyes turned cold, and he spun around, raising his sword to aim at Qianxiang's neck.

"You killed my clansmen!" he roared, "your soul has no right to be reborn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two sharp sounds rang out.

He Mu and Wen Rensheng's swords faced each other, both pointing at Qian Xiang's neck.

Upon closer inspection and hearing the voices, he realized that Qianxiang's face and body were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Besides the deep cuts that exposed bone, his body was covered with numerous festering sores, densely covering his entire chest.

The pieces of flesh on its head were hastily pieced together, and even its facial features were misaligned. The entire demon had no complete form and was emitting a foul stench of rotting flesh.

Hearing voices made my stomach churn.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Why...why did you become like this?"

With its throat gripped by two overlapping swords, Qianxiang could no longer launch an attack. It tilted its neck slightly back and stared at Wenrensheng with gritted teeth.

"Why……?"

"You dare ask me why!"

Qianxiang let out a sharp screech, pointing at He Mu not far away, clutching his blood-soaked face and howling:

"Look at my appearance now... It's all his doing, all his fault... He tore my bones out of me, ripped my flesh from my bones! I suffered so much at his hands, my death was so painful!!!"

Hearing voices made my eardrums ache, and a chill crept up my spine.

Deboning and cutting out flesh?

Did Murong He make it?

Why would Murong He know this fox demon? Had he also been to Xiangcheng and Fangze Mountain?

Hearing the voice, he remembered that when he left Fangze Mountain, he left behind the color-killing technique, but did not take Qianxiang's life.

Now that it is in the underworld, someone must have cut off its path to survival.

Is this person... Murong He?

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Author's Note: Baby, you...